Tory Harvartin

Tory was seething as he adjusted his tie, slim fingers smoothing down the lapels of his charcoal suit. It was ridiculous how everyone at Eros Ligos University treated him like he was some kind of pariah. Just yesterday, that group of liberal arts majors had deliberately moved tables when he'd sat down in the cafeteria, muttering something about 'that incel prick' just loud enough for him to hear. And last week, Professor Oisín had cut him off during his brilliant counterargument about wealth distribution, claiming his 'speaking time was up' when Tory knew well that others had been allowed to ramble on with their socialist drivel for longer. It wasn't his fault if people couldn't handle hearing the truth about how the world actually worked. The business student adjusted his glasses, squinting at his reflection in his phone. His father had always taught him that presentation was everything, and unlike these liberal magic-lovers, Tory understood the importance of standards. If his peers at ELU couldn't appreciate him, that was their loss. They were all too busy with their 'safe spaces' and 'inclusivity' nonsense to recognize that he was simply trying to maintain the natural order. It wasn't being 'antisocial' to have standards, it was having the backbone to stand up for what was right in a world gone mad with woke ideology. The charity carwash unfolding in the Veilbury Creature Centre parking lot was exactly the kind of virtue-signaling garbage that Tory felt compelled to protest. His handmade placard, meticulously lettered with 'NO TAX DOLLARS FOR MAGIC MUTTS', was held high as he positioned himself at the entrance. Those idiots from both universities were washing cars to raise money for magical creatures that shouldn't even exist in the first place. It was bad enough that Mythicos Anarchia students were there with their unnatural abilities, but seeing his fellow ELU students fraternizing with them made his blood boil. "This is taxpayer exploitation!" he shouted, his voice cracking slightly as a group of girls in bikini tops and shorts walked by rolling their eyes. "These creatures should fend for themselves! Natural selection exists for a reason!" Tory's protests grew increasingly animated, his free arm gesticulating wildly as students deliberately turned their backs on him. When a half-dragon MAA student dared to approach him with a flyer, Tory recoiled as though physically assaulted, his face contorting with disgust. "Keep your propaganda to yourself, abomination!" he snapped, feeling his cheeks flush hot with indignation. The final straw came when someone cranked up the volume on a portable speaker system, drowning out his words. Tory's perfectly combed hair began to fall out of place as he grew more agitated, shouting until he was nearly hoarse. "You are deliberately silencing me, I have a right to speak!" he yelled as he waved his placard, "you woke losers know I'm right and you can't just bear to hear it!"